junewilsonn

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Hi! My name's June and I'm 19, I love to write and I want to share my writing with all of you! I'm a new writer, so apologizes if some things are not super smooth, I'm working on my writing to help you all enjoy! Please feel free to request anything or reach out <3

I write for Logan Howlett only (so far) :)

Fics:

Too Sweet

Worst!Logan x F!Reader

Shorts:

Fake

Logan x F!Reader

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Logan loves your scent. LOVES IT. Like anything about you drives him crazy. Your hair? The smell of your shampoo? He loves burying his face in your hair to relax when he lays next to you. The yummy vanilla lotion you bought the other day? He'll lick your skin and kiss you fucking dumb. He loves trailing kisses up your legs, arms, stomach, nose softly brushing against your skin. You make him feel safe. He doesn't even need to see you when you come into a room, he can just smell you. And your pussy??? Oh good grief that's his favorite. It drives the poor man nuts. Sometimes he'll just be working on his motorcycle, you're perched up on his work bench, getting all hot and bothered by watching him and he loves that fucking smell from between your thighs. If you cross your legs, he won't even look at you, he'll just reach a hand out to pull your legs back apart so he can smell you while he works. Teasing himself with what he'll be eating later. HE LOVES IT.

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Fake

Pornstar!Logan Howlett X Pornstar!Reader

SMUT! A short smut to practice my writing! Enjoy :)

"Stop faking it", he growled in your ear, fingers digging into your cheeks while he held your face. His other hand trailed down your side until it rested on your hip. "Don't worry baby, I'll make you sing for real". Your breath hitched, fuck, you were excited.

You've worked in the adult film industry for years, mainly videos of just yourself, or with others, on a low quality camera. But it was always so bland, your body was starved, practically begging every time you were on screen with another person; but you were always let down and had to put on a show.

Logan on the other hand, (a prominent figure in the industry), could make any woman feel good, every one of his videos had millions of views, and you were excited to finally get recognized when you heard he wanted to 'collaborate' with you. But you had no idea his videos were real, it just seemed he was one excellent actor. But Logan relished in making others feel good, he was a master at it; his videos aimed for the female audience.

So when a fake, high pitched moan slipped your lips as Logan got on top of you; oh that just wouldn't do.

You knew there were multiple cameras on you both but it seemed to fade away when you felt his lips trail down your neck. You pressed your head back into the pillow, a breath escaping you as you relaxed. You were both completely naked and you were already soaked from seeing the size of him. His cock was huge, standing tall and proud, a flushed pink tip with a bead of pre-cum sitting at the tip.

"Please, sir", you said your line, soft eyes staring up at him.

"What do you need? Need my big cock? Hm?"

You nodded and he grinned. oh fuck.

He pressed his tip to your clit, earning a whine from you. He slid his cock down and out of habit you let out another fake moan slip for the cameras. Logan's gaze darkened and he grabbed your face again. He leaned in an whispered so the cameras couldn't hear.

"What did I say about the fake shit?"

"That was real", you lied. He tilted his head and gave you a cocky smirk, seeing through your bullshit.

He was staring directly into your eyes, almost through you- like a challenge. A hint of a smirk on the corners of his lips as he looked so intently at you; and he finally, slowly, pushed his cock into your cunt- his eyes never leaving yours. Your mouth opened in an 'O' shape and you kept your eyes on his. You let out a breath when he bottomed out.

Then he moved his hips, a steady but hard rhythm- and there it was, a long moan, a real one. His expression turned smug, a grin spread on his lips, his eyes still never leaving your face. Your hands clutched his biceps, nails digging into his skin.

"Feels good, huh? Needed this right? Needed somethin' real" Logan whispered into your ear. He bit down on your neck, licking the skin in forgiveness immediately after.

Moan after moan, whine after whine, you were pushed into bliss. It had been so long since a man in this industry made you feel something real; God, this was better than your fucking dildo. He knew how to work you, how to touch your skin to make it feel on fire.

And fuck, this was going to be the best (and definitely not the last) collaboration you'll ever have with Logan Howlett.

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For my next post???

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Too Sweet

Worst!Logan x Reader

Summary: Logan was alone in this new universe...until he met you

tags/warnings: smut 18+ Minors DNI Worst!Logan x f!Reader, unprotected p in v, pet names, creampie, oral(fem receiving), reader is a sweetheart

word count: 3.5k I went a little overboard for my first fic!

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Logan was tired. Tired of Wade singing in his ear, tired of trying to figure out his life in this new universe, and tired of being alone. He had finally gotten some sort of peace and quiet, Wade was out with Vanessa for the night. He sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh, a cigar pressed between his lips, just waiting to be lit.

His peace was interrupted with the knock on the door, he paused, thinking maybe if he stayed still enough the person would think "no one home" and disappear. When he heard the second knock he was prepared to stick his claws through the door to stab who was on the other end.

He stood up with a grunt and walked over to the door, his footsteps heavy. He opened the door, ready and expecting to huff angrily at whoever dared corrupt is peace and quiet. What he did not expect was you.

You had a big grin and wide eyes, a short sundress on, and pink glossy lips. He almost didn't notice the plate of cookies in your hands until the smell of them reached his nose.

You weren't expecting to see him either. You had known Wade had a new roommate.

"His name's Logan, he's a big meanie, but between me and you dollface- he's secretly a teddy bear", Wade told you one night, which made you giggle.

You had heard the other people on your apartment floor whispering of the wolverine. You came over to bring Wade his weekly sweet treat and you were met with Logan instead.

"Hi! You uh...you must be Logan?" You said.

God... your voice was so sweet. Like a pure angel standing in front of him.

Logan grunted in response and you shifted awkwardly, unsure of how to respond to his lack thereof.

You explained who you are and pointed to your apartment across the hall. With a soft smile you lifted the plate off cookies up.

"I usually bake 'em for Wade...I have a bakery down the street!"

"That's nice", he spit out.

Your heart flipped. Oh. His voice is deep, dangerous.

He said your name softly before speaking, "You friends with this idiot?" he said, pointing with his thumb behind him into the apartment. You gave him a nod and he hummed in response.

How can someone so sweet and timid be friends with Wade. The thought irritated him for some reason. He must drive her insane, he thought. Logan couldn't deny you were attractive, adorable and small; but he pushed it to the back of his mind. A girl is the last thing he needs in his life.

"Please have one, they're really good. Wade says they're orgasmic", you said with an amused expression. Logan raises an eyebrow at the choice of words.

"sure", he says. One of his hands reaches towards the plate to grab a cookie.

Jesus. His hands. they were huge, made the cookies you made look tiny, your face heated up as you stared at his hands and you glanced up at his face.

Logan took a bite of the cookie, all while watching you stand there with a small smile and a blush creeping onto your cheeks. God, it was a good cookie, sweet and perfect, almost like how you seemed.

"S'not bad, sweetheart", he said softly, eating the rest of the cookie.

Your heart did another flip at the nickname, your heart beating out of your chest; and you were sure he could hear it (metaphorically speaking). Oh. But he could hear it. Plain as day, you just had no idea.

He could also smell you, your skin lingering with a honey and vanilla, mixed with flour, he assumed from baking. No. Get your mind of of how she smelled Logan, shes nothing.

That's how your friendship with Logan began, and that's how it stayed. You continued with your sweet and cheery demeanor while he was always reserved, but not completely moody. He had no idea why you didn't infuriate him like everybody else, but he wasn't complaining.

Logan would come to your bakery, eat your pastries, drink coffee all while he watched you served the customers.

You developed your own crush on Logan, but you just couldn't get him to notice you that way. You lingered touches on his arm when you hung out, even tried sitting so close your legs touched during a movie night with Wade.

There was no doubt Logan was attractive, and he was such a mystery you wanted to figure out. You don't have crushes often, but Logan, he's kind in his own way. And you know him, you know he doesn't see himself that as kind, does't understand that maybe, just maybe, he is a good man.

But you continued to try and show him. You kept showing up at his and Wades door, kept innocently flirting trying to get something out of him, continued baking him cookies and pastries; but to no avail. He was a brick wall and you were at your widths end trying to break him down.

Logan wasn't blind, he saw what you were doing. And fuck, he saw some of the outfits you wore for his attention. He nearly froze when you came to his door dressed in a white tank top and pink mini skirt, a plate of cookies in your hand and that sweet smile. He wanted to push the cookies aside and bury his cock deep in you while that little pink skirt was pushed above your hips.

But he controlled himself, he didn't need disaster, didn't need you. He was comfortable with the friendship you discovered; it was better than hanging out with Wade anyway.

One day you were frustrated, and unfortunately ovulating, which led you to one last attempt to get Logan's attention. You remembered the time of day he always did laundry, and you decided you would also do "laundry". You walked in the communal apartment laundry room, a small basket of your dirty clothes in hand, and smiled when you saw Logan putting his things in the wash.

"hey, Lo!" you said, setting your basket on a washer.

"Hey, sweetheart", he said back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes flicked over your laundry basket. "You don't normally do laundry this late".

"Well I thought I'd get some done, had nothin' else to do."

Logan nodded and continued putting the rest of his clothes in a washer. You did the same, but...you "accidentally" dropped your white thong on the ground when you finished.

"See ya!" you said while walking out, a shit eating grin on your lips as you walked down the hallway, silently sending a prayer he'll see the gift you left.

And Oh fuck did he see it. His eyes couldn't leave it the second you dropped it.

The white lace sat on the ground, and he stared at it like he was imagining it. His mind imagined you wearing it, your figure, maybe sitting in your room in one of those stupid big t-shirts you like while wearing that thong. A growl bubbled up in his throat at the thought and he rubbed a hand over his face.

He closed his eyes for a moment before looking back down at the lace. He decided he'd do the right thing. return them. So he bent down and picked them up carefully, like they were the most delicate thing on the damn planet.

But as soon as he moved them it hit him; you. your smell. that sweet smell. fuck. they were dirty, your thong was dirty and in his hands and his cock twitched in his jeans.

He audibly groaned and stared at them. He knew he was disgusting, knew it was wrong but he wanted to shove them in his face, imagine it was between your legs instead. He shoved the lace into his pocket and walked up to his room.

He slammed the door shut to his room, removing the thong from his pocket like it was burning him. He sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the lace to his face.

"Jesus", he whispered. You smelled sweet, the honey and vanilla lingering even in your thong. He laid back against his bed, his hand flying to his belt.

You sat in your apartment, sipping a tea you made while you watched a movie on the couch. You were comfortable, cuddled up with a blanket while wearing a small pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. You had given up on the thought of Logan finding your thong hours ago; you heard nothing, saw nothing, assuming he must have missed them. Or he didn't even care.

It was disappointing, but not completely surprising; you had a suspicion he might not reciprocate your feelings. You thought you might not be his type, over the months you knew him you watched him bring home women from the bar; confident, outgoing, bold women. and that was not you. You were too sweet.

You liked being friends with him, it was one of the things you valued, and you valued him.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a knock on the door. You huffed as you threw the blanket off, padding over to the door and swinging it open.

Oh this was not what you were expecting.

Logan was standing there, eyes dark, pupils blown. His usual tufts of hair a bit ruffled, his flannel unbuttoned to reveal the wife beater underneath. He looked exhausted, mentally and physically. You were about to speak when you saw his white knuckle grip on your thong.

"Logan are you o-"

"Why?" he said lowly, his eyes burning into yours.

You paused, heart racing, breathing a little heavier than it was. the tension between you was thick, almost suffocating. You understood why he was here but now...you almost didn't want to say it.

"I don't understand", you said softly, almost a whisper.

He held up your thong, his grip on them still deadly. Your eyes narrowed in on the lace, breathing picking up. You could barely see a small white stain on the lace by his hand; your heart picking up at the implications of it.

Maybe he did reciprocate your feelings.

"I wanted your attention", you whispered.

"You wanted my fucking attention?"

"Y-yes.." you paused, staring up at him almost nervously.

"For what?" He said before stepping into your apartment and you take a step back from his looming form.

"I...you wouldn't- wouldn't notice me..." you whispered.

He breathed heavy, he looked like he was looking through you. His thoughts clearly racing.

And they were; he was fighting an internal battle. Fuck- you liked him. Really liked him. He can't have you. Shouldn't have you. He's bad... he's the worst. And you're sweet. Too Sweet. This ray of light in his life and he cant- can not fuck you up. His dark demons would be a cloud over your sunshine town and rain down hell.

But the way you're looking at him, nervous, hopeful?

He took another step forward and you didn't move back this time.

His hand dropped the lace in his hand to the ground and tentatively reached out. Fingertips ghosting over your forearm, as if when he touched you he might burn the softness there. You shivered at the touch, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers brushed up, continuing to your shoulder.

He reached towards your face, hand so close you could feel the heat of it, but he didn't close the distance, he was afraid.

You took a step forward, His hand finally meeting your cheek, practically swallowing your face whole with how big his hand was.

You felt dizzy, he was right there; his lips were right there.

"I can't," he said, voice low. But he didn't pull away, "I'm no good for you, sweetheart."

You gave him a look, soft but hopeful. You understood him, understood what he needed; a push.

You planted your hands on his chest before reaching up to smash your lips to his.

He groaned as your lips met, hands immediately gripping your waist to pull you against him.

this is what you wanted for so long, and his lips felt so good. The taste of whiskey and smoke lingered on his tongue and you brushed your tongue over his lip to deepen the kiss.

He broke the kiss suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut and resting his forehead against yours.

"What is it?" you asked, concerned, maybe you made the wrong move.

"Trying not to bend you over this fucking couch", he growled.

Head pooled in your core and you could feel your panties growing wet. And he knew it, he could smell it. You took a sudden step back, walking backwards a bit and he looked at you with confusion.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

"Bedroom", you whispered while you slowly walked into your room. He followed like an obedient dog, his jaw clenched so hard as he restrained himself from tearing you apart on wherever he could get you.

He found you sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed. His eyes landed on your hardened nipples poking through your tank top as you breathed.

"You're gorgeous"

You smiled softly. that fucking smile- he felt weak. And he hated that.

"come here...please", you practically begged.

He walked over quickly, dropping to his knees in front of you, his hand slowly prying your legs slightly apart.

"Open up, baby", he purred. You obeyed, spreading your legs so he could fit himself between them. He planted a kiss by your knee, eyes burning into yours. His kiss lingered on your skin as his hands crept to the waistband of your shorts.

His slowness wasn't what you were expecting, it wasn't what matched up with his personality. And you looked at him confused and yearning for more.

"What?" he asked as he helped you out of your shorts.

"You're going slow"

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Been waiting for this...trust me, this ain't easy...but I'll be damned if I don't take my time with you", he said. His gaze left your face and went to your cunt; which was covered by blue cotton panties, a cute little bow on the front. You were just too perfect.

A pretty wet spot sat in the middle of your panties, the outline of your puffy lips peeking through. Logan's gaze on your pussy was intense, too intense and you squirmed, legs instinctively shutting.

His hands snapped to your thighs, holding them open.

"Stay fucking still." he growled.

You whimpered and nodded. He leaned in and dragged his nose up your clothed slit, smirking at the way you whined above him.

"Logannnn"

"Need somethin', sweetheart?" God. you didn't need to look down to see the shit eating smirk on his face.

He hooks his fingers into your panties and peels them off. You can hear his breath hitch when he sees your pussy for the first time. You're soaked, your puffy clit begging for attention. Logan has never seen anything more perfect in his life. He slides his tongue between your folds, dragging it up slowly as he groans and the taste. You let out a long moan at the feeling, hands tightening on the sheets by your hips.

Logan sucks your clit into his mouth, his eyes flicking up to see your pretty face looking at him twisted in pleasure. His tongue swirls and pokes at your clit, his rough hands keeping your legs open so he can work. It's like he's hungry, lapping at you like you're water in the desert.

"You're so sweet- better than I imagined", he growls against your flesh, making you shudder.

Logan could die right here, between your legs lapping at you like a thirsty dog. the smell of you has made him painfully hard in his jeans; your pussy smells even better than when he was fisting himself earlier with your thong pressed to his face.

You press your hips forward, searching for more and Logan cant take it anymore. He gets up, hand grabbing at your hips and pushing you backwards on the bed like you weigh nothing. You whine at the loss of contact from your pussy but you forget about it when his lips are on yours again.

You can taste yourself on his mouth and it makes you moan into his mouth. Your hands trail down to his belt but his hands stop you.

"Easy, baby"

He sits up tearing his flannel off, his tank top joining it on the floor moments later. You feel like you could faint, he's fucking perfect. You reach out, one hand trailing from his chest down, following the delicious line of hair. Your hand reaches the prominent vein in his lower abdomen, tracing it to where the bulge in his jeans rests.

"Please take them off", you say softly, your eyes finally finding his.

"Only if you take yours off", he says, nodding his head towards your tank top. You've never taken clothing off so fast in your life, throwing the tank top somewhere in your room.

Now, logan's seen you fully naked and he swears he could die now.

He reaches out to put a hand on your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers which makes you whimper, "So fucking pretty."

He pushes you back down, planting kisses on your jaw, trailing down your neck. He bites your shoulder, licking and kissing the mark after. "Logan please...please..."

At your plea he finally looses it, he sheds the rest of his clothes and gets between your legs.

His cock is heavy, long and thick, tip red and angry. He rests it on your stomach, precum staining your pretty skin. He's huge.

Logan sets one hand on your thigh, his other hand guiding his cock to run through your folds.

"Ready baby? 'Cause I'm not gonna stop..." He says, planting another kiss on your jaw. You nodded quickly and you gasp when you feel his thick head pressing at your entrance. "Big stretch, baby.."

He pushes in, finally- finally and a long moan leaves your lips. It turns into a whine when he goes so deep and bottoms out, buried so snug in your weeping cunt.

"Oh-there we go- fuck- you feel so good." He says, mesmerized by the way your tight heat takes his cock. Your hands hold onto his shoulders as his hands grip your hips. His fingers tighten in your flesh and he suddenly pulls out and slams back in.

He groans deep, almost a growl, his head falling between your breasts as he tries not to fucking destroy you. His hips fall into a steady but rough pace, the sound of his skin hitting yours fills the room. Your moans and whines sound like fucking music to him, he's never heard anything better.

"Taking me so well... that's it- that's it"

Your pussy is drooling around his cock, you would be embarrassed of the noises but you're so fucked dumb you can't seem to care. Logan increases his pace, one hand moving to play with your nipple. You moan louder and he grins at the thought of his sweet little baker having the sluttiest moans.

"Sound so pretty for me..." he takes the hand on your breast and pushes down on your lower stomach, "feel that? hm?"

You're whining and whimpering, head falling back against the pillow at the pressure.

"Use your words."

"Yes!" you spit out, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair and pull him down for a messy kiss.

His cock is kissing your cervix, scraping your velvet walls at just that spot that is making your back arch off the bed. Logan's tongue clashes with yours before breaking the kiss so he can look at you. He brings his hand between your bodies, rubbing roughly at your clit with his thumb.

"Come on, baby- wanna feel it. Been waiting so long to feel you come apart on my cock", he says. You can barely hear him as a white light appears and you swear you were dead for a moment. A heat spreads through your body as you cum around his cock. Legs shaking around his waist, nails scraping his chest, and the prettiest moans leaving your mouth.

Your pussy squeezing and pulsing around his cock though...that's Logan's undoing. He growls and buries his face in your neck, driving his cock into you. He lets out a low moan and grunt as his hips stutter and he paints your walls. He thrusts shallowly, rutting into your abused cunt to make sure he keeps you full, marking you.

You're panting beneath him, hands now stroking his back. He lifts his head up and meets your lips in a messy but passionate kiss.

"You alright?" He asks, a surprisingly soft tone to his voice.

You nod.

"Words." He says firmly.

"Yes... I'm more than ok, Lo..." you whisper. He brings a hand to your face, and kisses you again.

"You shoulda dropped that thong a long time ago", he says with a genuine smile. You grin and laugh softly. God he loves your laugh, although he wouldn't admit that.

A soft smile plays on your lips as you speak, a rush of warmth filling your chest, "yeah...maybe I should've..."

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Thank you for reading my FIRST fic!!! It means the world, I had so much fun, and there is definitely more to come ;) Let me know thoughts and suggestions <3

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Logan’s hands were everywhere.

He was everywhere.

And not just inches deep in your pussy, but he was in your soul; surrounding your senses like an invisible fog.

“That’s it baby, feel me…doin’ so damn good”, he purred in your ear.

Your hands gripped his shoulders as he held your hips, the steady rock of his movement splitting you open slowly on his cock. It was delicious, almost painful at how good and sensitive you felt.

“I wanna feel you fall apart, sweetheart. Come on give it to me…fuck…give it to me baby, I want all of ya”, he growled before you fell apart…

This is my first writing!!! It’s just a little practice but I’m excited to write more:)

Apologies if this isn’t great, it’s my first time;)

Feel free to send me suggestions! I’m open to all <333

[junewilsonn]

me and the logan hoes 😭